Page 34 of Hostile King

“Theory?”

“That you’d be the best sex I’d ever have. So, while you’re screwing your soon to be wife, I’ll worship her brother and see which one of you comes out on top.”

Suddenly the temper I thought I could contain snaps. My veins run black with fury, a cloud laden with rain and thunder swallows me whole. Jealousy eats me alive like a flesh-eating virus. Without any degree of decorum, I lunge at her.

My left hand swathes her throat, and my body drives her backward until her ass hits the reflective surface. “If he touches you, he’ll die,” I growl, thick and menacing. “I promise to shoot the motherfucker the second his hands land on your skin.”

A gust of air shoots down her dainty shaped nose. “So, you can give hereverythingand I’m not allowed to suck a guy's dick?”

She shunts her pelvis to push me away. Except the sensation of her struggle, the flutter of her pulse under my palm, and the threat of being with another man—breaks my temper.

The opposite hand slams into the wall beside her head, the force sending shockwaves through my arm and shattering the mirror into a trillion shards of regret. Pain slices the skin on my palm and a smattering of blood covers the point of impact.

She flinches and her hand flies to my wrist, gripping the palm I have tight to her neck. “I don’t belong to you, Tomás.” Rings of fire halo her pupils. “After tonight, I’ll be out of your life for good. You pickedherover me, so you don’t get to control me.”

Destruction swirls in my chest, combined with every vicious word she bites out. It leaves me nauseous. I know I should release her. I should let her go. She’s not safe with me, but I physically can’t remove myself from her.

I won’t.

I try to breathe, the air not filling my lungs as I inhale. “In the beginning it was just sex…and then everything changed.”

“Yeah, then you realized you were cheating on that poor woman out there. Although, something tells me she knows exactly what sort of man Tomás Souza is.”

Her remark welcomes my cruel laugh. “So did you. Right before you agreed to let me own your virginity. Yet, it didn’t stop you from spreading your legs to take all of me. You fucking loved it. Every single time I filled that mouth of yours and your tight little pussy, you came for me.”

Carina sucks in sharply. In the electrified beat of silence, her hand leaves my wrist and sails through the air, finally connecting with my jaw. “I hate you! I’ll never let you touch me like that again.”

It’s not the sting of her slap that makes me step back. It’s the venom projected from her glare and how her voice cracked like an ice-thin bridge from her soul to mine.

Glancing down at my injured palm I notice a trail of blood seeping into my crisp white cuff. Another clean shirt ruined. My shoes crunch over pointed fragments as I shirk out of my jacket, hurry to unbutton my waistcoat, and rip off the soiled shirt, inwardly chanting that it’s my blood.

Carina pauses for a second, then takes the opportunity to step sideways with an escape route planned out.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I mutter under my breath, freeing my heaving torso. “This isn’t over.”

“Yes, it is,” she hisses while hitching up her dress to plow through the glittering shards. “I’m getting the hell out of here.”

I bare my teeth at her and catch sight of my broken reflection. I look wild and tortured. When she hurries toward the exit, my arm lashes out to stop her. Blood smears sexy lace and fires up my soaring libido. She struggles to wriggle away from me, always the survivor and strong-willed.

However, I’m too strong, buzzing with this surreal perversion I’ve developed. I clutch her arm with a silent promise of never letting go, then swing her around so her back slams into the wall.

“Get your hands off me,” she growls.

My stomach twists to match her anger. I need to bury myself inside her and take refuge in the solace her body gives me.

I won’t hold back.

I’ll make her understand how important she is to me.

My grimy fingertips dig into her cheeks, puckering her lips before me. With her face this close to me after days of starvation, my heart pounds so hard I almost black out. Her head shakes against my grip, the wildness of her fight diminishing when my mouth crashes over hers.

I kiss her without reservation.

Without barriers.

She whimpers into my mouth, briefly forgetting our vicious war and temporarily giving me what I need—her taste—her permission—her desire. Gentle hands rest on my pecs, the touch so magical I fall under a turbulent spell. And just like that, after a racing heartbeat of blissful submission, she batters my chest with her fists and squirms.

We wrestle, our bodies colliding with so much explosive chemistry it drives me crazy. She can't deny the energy thrumming between us, not when her sweet grunts feed the mania and her incandescent eyes beg me to take control.

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